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Fuckkkkk wordpress for now, im sick of feeding people with my negativity. You are all greedy fuck sticks. Go fuck your mum and light yourself on fire.
Come in, come in
Come into my world I’ve got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I’ve got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
Floaters in my eyes
Wake up in an hotel room
Cigarettes and lies
I am a child, it’s too soon
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my fool
Will never be my fool
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who’s the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don’t know her address I wade downstairs
The porter smiles to me a smile
I’ve bought
With a couple of gold coins
A sign that I’ve been caught
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend…
A little bag of cocaine
A little bag of cocaine
So who’s the girl wearing my dress
I figured out her number
Inside a paper napkin
But I don’t know her address
Come in, come in
Come into my world I’ve got to show
Show show you
Come into my bed
I’ve got to know
Know know you
I have dreams of orca whales and owls
But I wake up in fear
You will never be my
You will never be my dear
Will never be my dear, dear friend
Dear dear friend, dear dear friend…
I love Jesi She will never be my sheee will never be my sheeee will never be my fool 
Ok its been a while – However I have some very distressing news. Previously this week, I became the victim of egging. Yes, some children egged my house… I woke up the very next day to see the reminence of eggshells on my mums car. It was when I saw that tiny piece of egg shell that I cried. I broke down – right on my driveway, and asked why this happened to me.
Seriously – forget the first part, it was more like this. If the fuckers who egged my house didnt have poor aim (not to mention a poor throw) hadnt of missed my house and hit my mums car, I probably wouldnt even know someone egged my house. Apart from that it brings me comfort that these losers seemingly only threw 2 eggs… perhaps they couldnt afford more? Or maybe their aim was so shocking they missed my house/driveway/block of land completley.
Being the cop (pig/crooked/asshole – to save your accusations and insults) in training that I am, I figure there are few people who can drive and who would feel the need to throw eggs at my house (seriously – if you hate me that much… wouldn’t bricks be more useful?) Suspects = 4
Probability of it being the boy whos been threatening to “kick my teeth in” for weeks? Highly likely.
Me: seriously you are dimmer than a down sydrome affected child and i really dont think its fair when you cant defend yourself intellectually
Me: so when you get your bigggg guns out and see me… ill be waiting
Me: if you warm me up to just walk over and attempt to yell at me
Me: ill be disapointed.
Tard: nar ill yell at u then punch ur fucking head in
Gosh, sounds like a date my friend. My final question is: Do you kiss your mum with that mouth? Or do you find it hard behind bars?
[note - I dont really intend on finding out nor do I care - To set the record straight, I dont hate Doug, or Lucas, but Alex can go to hell]
A good clip for jesi bababa
Get screwed:
- Nosy People
- School
- Religion class
- Hair that’s to short to put into a pony tail
- People who call me a boy
- People who are repulsively fake
- Hair dye that wont stay in
- People who judge
- Cigarettes
- Scotch
- All you old people who call me a “youngen”
- CONSTANT school work
- That box of crap I have under my bed
Who wants to help me burn memories?
Darkness helped until the whiskey wore away,
it was then i realised that conscience never fades.
So – public apology – I hope whoever I have abused for little to no reason read this. Doug especially – I deleted all other posts. Doug’s little buddy – Alex – You can get screwed because your tough guy act just pisses me off.
Im a bit tired of this tedious drama – it doesnt follow me – I follow it and now I just cannot be bothered.
Honestly – if someone feels like being an ass – Yep, I will write a blog about it – but until then – everything negative which could be taken as direct attack is gone. Every single post.
Proof?
85th damn straight. That’s out of 100. Muahahaha – today the Internet – tomorrow THE WORLD!
Pee ess… forgive the pictures being to big to fit – I will fix that when I have time – for now I have to write an essay on the significance of Hajj.
I have friends that are willing to group hug me even when I’m wiping my face all over their clothes
That are willing to drop whatever work they are doing… to give me the greatest hug… the kind that lifts you off your feet… Either that or are willing to have me literally crash tackle them
That will give me ribbons coz I’m obsessed with them
That quote tv shows with me
That listen to my stories over and over again – even though their pointless and annoying
That are literate and, although also a tiny tiny pain in my ass, easy to get along with
You know how difficult it is to find people that tell you you look “cute” when you cry? Or can make you smile by being so fucking ugly it’s not possible… who never make you feel small? Who know when something is wrong or when you have something exciting to say.
Holy fuck my friends are the best in the world.
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